Martyna Dearing
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How to be a F*ck*ng Fairy Princess?
When I was 7, my primary school teacher asked us to write in a few sentences who we want to be when we grow up. I came home very excited about the assignment and I told my mum I wanted to be a princess. She told me I couldn’t write such bullshit (she might have used different wording) and I should be more realistic. I should write about becoming a doctor. Since I was only 7 and didn’t know any better I listened to my mum and wrote down exactly what she told me to write. Sentence by sentence. Word by word…crushing my soul. To this day I remember how upset I was. How much I DID NOT want to be a doctor.
By Martyna Dearing4 months ago in Confessions
Drunk Housewife Stereotype
I remember the days when I lived with an American host family and saw my host mum slowly falling deeper and deeper into depression and alcoholism. I remember feeling bad for her but also kind of judging her. She was successful, wealthy, and had a beautiful home in the capital city of the United States of America. I kept on asking myself... When did she get so pathetic? Funny, I felt like I was better.
By Martyna Dearing6 months ago in Confessions
What's your Title?
What’s your title? Are you a Lawyer? Senior Associate? Maybe you are a Sales Assistant. Whoever you are, whatever your title is, it definitely defines your life. It defines your salary, which means your budget and what you can afford. What clothes you buy, what car you drive and how often you are able to eat out. Very often it even defines how much time you spend with your family or where your kids go to school.
By Martyna Dearing8 months ago in Humans
things I wish I knew before getting married
It's been about a year since I said 'I do' . At least I think I've said that, honestly I don't remember saying that. It was a crazy day and I feel like I blacked out for that part. Not because I was drunk or anything... just because it was really weird. Standing there, having people watch you and trying to focus on that one guy but also looking around and thinking "how do people look so in love while doing this?". It was weird, that's all.
By Martyna Dearingabout a year ago in Families
What do you do when your dad dies?
This morning I woke up to a message from my brother asking me to call him and not to contact mum first. I knew something was wrong but I figured maybe they had one of their fights as sometimes they do or maybe something happened to grandma. What I could never expect was my brother saying that my dad wasn’t with us anymore.
By Martyna Dearingabout a year ago in Families
